What is there to be afraid of?
You know not of where you were before you were born,
You know not of what really made your whole body,
You know not of what really flows acting as your blood.
What is there to be scared of?
Of course as the world turns and as the clock inaudibly tocked, you grow much more inferior of what goes around. It is not known. Thus, the more reason to be shaken.
Because we know not of where the shadows hide when it's not showing.